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  • Fish oil, jackwood, coconut husk and jute
    no nails in sight.
    Just a tune singing out this morning,
    the boat as a water instrument.
    Summer, here, means the sea is safer
    the rains will be bridled
    there will be courage to push the hours,
    the blurry borders at sea, one oar further,
    two oars more.
    It took a different tune
    to make each part,
    and two men to keep time.
    The sea will be the final audience,
    the soothsayer, the mother,
    the soother, the siren.
    A tune sung over and over
    infectious and passed on,
    from the boatmaker
    to the fisherman.
    Songs of the water and wind,
    country made, they say.
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